My girlfriend is a goddess

  A strong stench like a dead fish and rotten shrimp emanates from them. I was almost suffocated by the smell.

  I was so scared that I stuck closely behind Xiaoying without taking a single step back.

  Then, Xiaoying scattered another handful of spirit money.

  It's strange to say, the joss paper had just floated away in the air and immediately disappeared. Then I saw that each of their paper clothes was stuffed with several sheets. Only then did they make way for a path, allowing me and Xiaoying to pass through.

  When we walked over and turned around, that group of people had already disappeared, and a large bundle of incense sticks had all been burned up.

  We safely crossed the small bridge and officially entered the range of Old Building Village.

  The mountain village was built on the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain, there were a few flat houses scattered about, with several lanterns casting a faint glow.

  The moonlight was hazy, and neither I nor Xiaoying knew which house belonged to Jiang Long.

  Just then, an old man carrying a hoe and smoking a pipe came walking from the opposite direction. Seeing us, he looked surprised.

  We hastily pulled over the old man and asked him about Jiang Long's situation.

  Old man's face changed as soon as we mentioned Jiang Long. He looked us up and down, astonished, saying: "Jiang Long? Didn't this young fellow just die today? What is your relationship with him?"

  I and Sakura were shocked upon hearing it: "What? How is that possible?"

  The old man pointed to a tile house at the foot of the mountain in front and said, "The Jiang Long family is having a funeral, don't believe me? Go take a look."

  We looked in the direction she pointed and indeed there was a household with white paper lanterns hanging at the gate, spirit banners fluttering, and mournful music drifting over.

  The old man walked away while staring at us with a strange gaze.

  I quickly took out my phone and saw that Jiang Long's number was still green, proving he was still alive. But the old man had been familiar with us for a long time, and there was no need to deliberately deceive us, right?

  We inquired about the situation at another household and finally confirmed that the family holding the funeral was indeed Jiang Long's, and the deceased was indeed Jiang Long.

  I exchanged a glance with Xiaoying, and we were both shocked. We decided to go to Jiang Long's house first and see what was going on.

  I walked to Jiang Long's house and found that the main hall was indeed decorated as a mourning hall, with a portrait hanging high in the center. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Jiang Long. I had worked with him for over half a year, so I could confirm it was him.

  Under the portrait, in the family section, only a young girl knelt down, crying and wailing, looking like 16 or 17 years old, slender figure, pretty face like a flower, wearing a white mourning dress, making her look even more elegant. However, her complexion was deathly pale.

  If her face weren't covered in tears, I'd suspect it was made of paper.

  At the gate, there was a large group of villagers who came to help with the funeral, sighing and wiping away tears.

  "What a pity, he's gone at such a young age of just over twenty."

  "It's just that, originally they were a pair of orphans, now only one little girl is left, it's really pitiful..."

  ……

  I couldn't help but wonder: had Jiang Longyue really died? But his number was still green.

  He dialed again, but still no one answered.

  So I quietly pulled on Sakura's sleeve and asked her in a low voice, "Sakura, do you have any way to confirm Jiang Long's life or death?"

  The clever little Sakura gave me a white eye and said: "As long as I can see his dead body, I'll have a way."

  I thought for a moment, grabbed Sakura's hand and walked to the girl's face, saying with great sorrow: "Little sister, I'm Jiang Longyao's colleague. Today I came to see him one last time. May I take a look at his remains?"

  The girl lifted her head, her apricot eyes blinking with tears as she looked at us: "I'm Dragon Brother's sister, just call me Jiang Fengya. How come I've never heard Dragon Brother mention that he has colleagues like you?"

  I hastily pulled out the phone book from my mobile and handed it to her: "Little sister, you can take a look. My mobile has his number stored in it. If I'm not mistaken, his mobile should also have my number."

  Jiang Fengniu took a glance at my phone and confirmed that it was her brother's phone number, then nodded to us.

  Jiang Feng brought us into an inner room, where a corpse was lying, and had not yet been put into the coffin.

  I plucked up my courage and walked forward, bowed down, observed for a moment, the corpse's complexion was pale white, had stopped breathing long ago, stiff and icy cold, it was indeed Jiang Long's body without a doubt.

  Xiao Ying walked up to me, and a talisman appeared in the palm of her right hand, shining with a faint light. Under my cover, she pressed it onto the corpse's chest.

  The sword quickly entered the body, but Jiang Long still didn't move, looking like he was completely dead.

  For some reason, I always feel that Jiang Fengniu is staring at me from behind with a very fierce and sinister gaze, making my back chill. But when I turn around, she becomes demure and submissive again.

  We rubbed our eyes and followed Jiang Feng out.

  We came back to the mourning hall and under the guidance of Wanmo Lao, we performed a series of complicated and tedious condolence rituals.

  Then Jiang Fengying led us to another room and let us rest.

  The room was still a tile-roofed house, the facilities were very simple, with only one bed, one wooden table and two wooden stools. It seems that Jiang Long's brother and sister are living a poor life.

  "Little sister, Jiang Long was fine just a few days ago, I even talked to him on the phone, how did he suddenly..."

  I tentatively asked Jiang Fengniao.

  Jiang Feng's tears gushed out, and she choked back a sob: "I don't know either. Last night when Dragon Brother just came back, he was fine, chatting and laughing with me. But the next day, he didn't get up until very late. I went to his room and found that he had already..."

  She burst into tears and couldn't speak a word. We hurriedly comforted her.

  Jiang Feng cried for a while and then told us that dinner would be sent over later. Then she left.

  Sakura hastily closed the door, sat down on the bed, furrowed her eyebrows, and had a thoughtful look. I didn't dare to disturb her either.

  Sakura thought for a moment, then whispered to me: "I just tried using the spirit-expelling charm on Jiang Long, and he didn't react at all. He's definitely a corpse. But things don't seem that simple. Jiang Feng is very suspicious. I have a feeling that her temperament doesn't match her body."

  I was shocked: "Are you saying that the soul in Jiang Feng's body now is not her own?"

  Sakura nodded and said it was very likely. I was shocked speechless.

  Jiang Long's phone number didn't change to red, and only a strange younger sister at home helped him with the funeral. What will happen next? How should I respond?

  It was only around 7 or 8 o'clock, and we hadn't even eaten dinner yet. But after rushing around all day, both I and Xiaoying were quite tired. There was only one bed in the room, so I smiled awkwardly at Xiaoying and said: "Wife, let's sleep together tonight."

  She is my childhood sweetheart, and it's not wrong for me to call her that way.